CHAPTER 3

"No." Teeth sink into my lower lip, trying to stay sober. It would be much easier for me to overcome this strong, cruel, beastly temptation from him if my wolf remained calm and was not prancing around with her desire and lust to devour him. "No?" He questions, almost a whisper that gently touches the flesh of my cheek. Grabbing my chin, he compels me to meet his eyes, a sign he shall acquire what he desires. There is no fighting;im, he shall always win. Despite my weak protests, my strength cannot compare to his. "You are wet." His truth of my arousal burns through me whilst I shiver and tremble against his impure and aphrodisiac antics. "You are mistaken, Alpha Deimos. Let me go now, I must leave right away." "So, you are an Alpha." His leering voice, dripping with predatory greed, is a sound that makes my heart itch. He is swift to change the subject and get straight to the point, whilst his cold fingers gently brush against my cheek. I nod in response, my lips dry, a sign of my drowning thirst, and I swallow harshly, desperate and eager to get more of his touches and caresses. "I suppose it is not an easy role for you." He pauses to meet my eyes, "As a female." I do not answer him. My whole body craves further pleasures from his aching touch, yet my mind is screaming to stay sober. He seems unsatisfied with my reaction. A slight frown paints the space between his brows."I suppose you are unfit to protect your pack." The feeling of humiliation wraps around my heart, my heart sinking to the pit of my core. "I am. My pack lives better now." Chin raised, spine straight, "They are always my priority. I live for them." Does he dare to question my true essence? Deimos raises his brows and stares coldly with contempt, "Truly? Then you are unaware of this world's reality, female. You are not strong enough." He reaches over to brush my hair back away, baring my forehead. His fingertips glide almost reverently across my skin. How is it that these actions and words contradict each other? He appears to be gentle, but his words are harsh and cruel. Understanding of the situation finally pools in; this is his way of showing dominance. My body stiffens, yet my lips seem to be stuck together, for I cannot open my mouth. I am unable to fight against his relentless attacks. "That is why you need me." He blatantly ignores my fiery glare, lowering his head just so my neck could swim in the burn of his hot breath, "You want me." Gritting my teeth, shutting my eyes close, I remain calm and collected, trying my hardest to ignore my acute awareness of him. But it is nearly impossible. He is too close. His scent, the heat that radiates from His flesh, his maleness... he is perfect and as magnificent as the sun. "You want me. Say it." His voice is truly toxic, euphoric, and wild. His canines brush across the tender flesh of my neck. He is waiting. Waiting for me to submit. A predator and prey situation has arisen. Teeth sink deeper into my lower lip, and the taste of fresh blood clears the shattered fragments of my mind. He is delusional, for I shall never give him what he wishes. "Mate," he whispers again. A shiver swims through me to the blunt finality in his tone. My knees weaken at the thought of what he shall do with me. I cannot help but want to be held by those muscular arms of his. Then I feel it, the way his hot tongue licks the side of my neck before his canines poke against flesh. He plunges inside achingly slow, little by little, as though he wished to No! The thought of being marked abruptly sends me into a state of panic. Whilst I prepare to wield my sword and strike him, we are interrupted by a sweating, breathless, worried wolf. "Alpha!" Deimos's emeralds burn bright with a fury that wishes to be unleashed for being disturbed. "A-Alpha Deimowe-we just found the trail of the rogue Japanese Pack. It is very urgent." The male's voice is Shaking, his fear of the situation was clear for us to see. Hearing this, Deimos sets me free immediately. Grabbing his suit jacket, he rushes out of the meeting room only to stop abruptly at the door and peer back at me, "Do not move," he commands, deep greens sending me a sinful warning whilst he disappears down the hall. I take a few steps back, breathing in to calm myself with my mind still in turmoil. "Alpha," Elriam steps closer to meemel, holding my hands in hers with gentleness. But before we could indulge in a conversation, I guided her out and sprinted out of the building. There is only one thing on my mind: to escape and never return. I am drowning in fear of how he makes me feel; it truly scares me. Elriam and I shift, our bones cracking and breaking, flesh tearing to birth our wolves. With one final glance at the building, we dive deep into the forest, making our lone path back to my pack. I truly hope And pray that the moon shall never allow us to cross paths once more. We trudge through the thick, dense forest with all my senses on high alert to the surrounding environment in fear that that beastly male Deimos would have perhaps followed me, for, after all, I did not abide by his last command given to me. Relief rains down through my flesh as we get closer to my pack lands. Yet, the feeling is short-lived for my soul absorbs the chaos that has clawed itself into our tranquillity. My ears perk up to the piercing screams of my females, and my heart has already begun to mourn the loss unknowingly. Darkness has taken over my wolves, and death has sprouted beneath our soil. I charge deeper into my territory, my instincts gradually manifesting into something more feral. Wilder. A need to protect emerges. The view that greets my concerned eyes has my heart stop, breath stuck within the walls of my closing throat. I freeze at what my mind registers; never in my nightmares had I visualized this. My land has become a sea of blood. The revolting scent of death hangs heavily in the air. Rogues.